Christmas Poem-Lest We Forget Poem by James Tipp

In the silence of the night the blackness was impenetrable
The soldiers came, the screams began, the angles kept silent
They had sung their song of joy for the shepherds.
The starlight never lit the scene of fear and horror
It had only guided the wise to a stable then extinguished itself
In the many cities the lights twinkle yet the darkness still reigns
In Bethlehem the rubber bullets hum, the children still die
There is still crying in Ramah for her children, the angels weep
Once in Royal David’s City wise men came, angels sang
But all is forgotten, the stable packed away, Christmas over
But then in many places it never ever began.